Wednesday, February 06, 2008

It took 4 hours to get one tiny coffee table that looked like this:
into this:Because, stop me if I'm alone here, once you start putting things away, isn't it just natural to filter and re-filter, move and remove, sort and weed out?

Well, as I mentioned, I'm leaving on Saturday. And my home is always the cleanest when I'm gone. It's not because I fear that if something happens to me (knock on wood), good Lord my mother-in-law will have to go thru all my s**t, (altho that has crossed my mind, I admit it), it's just that when I come home i feel so much more at ease if my home isn't chaotic. Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this. There's gotta be other people who do the same thing, right? My kitchen will be clean, the floors swiffered, and the living room will be liveable. And there will be loads of food and tangerine juice in the fridge. Because Jimmy's not coming with me (boo) and the boy won't survive on cereal alone for 6 days. Which reminds me, we're out of raisin bran.

After my 4 hour cleaning duty, I plopped on the couch admiring the maple wood table, which I haven't seen since August because that's when Jimmy's parents came over for his birthday. With such a clean table, I felt inspired, so I made a supa kute scrapbook page of my niece:
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Holy Moly, That's an impressive stash of craft stuff on that table, just let me at it... we could have so much fun... I could watch you create super duper scrapbook pages while I just sit on the couch and amuse myself by popping the bubbles in the bubble wrap...